May 2010 In Translation It is surely not too early in the year to start predicting the crime writing Oscars for 2010, by which of course I mean my Shots of the Year awards (which come with no trophy, no prize-money, very little publicity and minimal prestige). I raise the matter now because I have just finished the best ensemble police crime novel I have read this year, and it is eligible for both Crime Shot of the Year and the Shot in Translation titles. Translated from Afrikaans, Deon Meyer’s Thirteen Hours (Hodder) is simply brilliant and puts the South African author up there with Michael Connelly and Ian Rankin – yes, it’s that good. Meyer has created a great cast of policemen and women with the alcoholic Inspector Benny Griessel taking the lead and, in Thirteen Hours, acting as a mentor to junior officers working two seemingly unconnected cold- blooded murders, wrapping them both up in thirteen breathless hours of one chaotic Cape Town day, complete with horrendous traffic jams, power cuts and casual violence. The twin strands of the plot dig into a resurgent South African music scene and a particularly unsavoury form of human trafficking which is almost as sleazy and corrupt. And readers of a delicate persuasion should be warned there is one particularly gruesome (though not gratuitous) piece of violence. Benny Griessel as an alcoholic cop with marital problems hardly sounds a unique creation, but unusually for crime fiction he manages his guilt humanely and without resorting to preachiness. But it is the ensemble cast of cops under Griessel’s reluctant command which really impress – whether white, black or ‘coloured’ - especially the overweight Zulu woman detective Mbali Kaleni. Thirteen Hours is a tour-de-force of story-telling which sets a blood-pumping pace at the outset and maintains it to an awesomely complex conclusion. It shows a fractured South African society trying desperately to come to terms with its tribal divisions, whilst the good guys have to fight old cultural battles as well as very new forms of greed and corruption. I also found the book invaluable in teaching me how to swear in three new languages. While I have no hesitation in putting Thirteen Hours in the frame for Best Crime Novel of the Year (or cursing it by doing so), I will wait to pronounce on the Shot in Translation award until I have read the two latest thrillers from the energetic and always interesting Bitter Lemon Press. These could, if nothing else, expand my vocabulary of expletives in two more languages: Spanish and Polish. Needle in a Haystack by Ernesto Mallo is a first novel, already being filmed in Argentina, set in Buenos Aires in the late 1970s under the military junta, featuring detective Superintendent Lascano, who is already pencilled in for a series. The protagonist of Entanglement is Warsaw state prosecutor Teodor Szacki and his creator is a journalist and a rising star of Polish fiction, Zygmunt Miloszewski. Interestingly, now they have changed the rules, his name adds up to a mind-boggling score at Scrabble. Tempting Fate If it’s not tempting fate (it probably is), I will continue with my awards predictions and say that the new David Downing thriller, coming in July from Old Street Publishing, Potsdam Station, is already my hot favourite for Historical Shot of the Year. Set in Berlin in the (rabid) dog days of the Third Reich, this is the fourth in Downing’s impressive series of historical thrillers each named after a Berlin station, which follow the convoluted struggle for survival of Anglo- American journalist John Russell, a man torn in his private life as much as in his political leanings. As a foreign correspondent covering Europe’s descent into war and with a German wife and son, the left- leaning Russell was an obvious target for recruitment by the intelligence services of, well just about everybody, including Soviet Russia, America and even Nazi Germany. To complicate matters more, his marriage failed, his new girlfriend Effi is an actress (and one of Josef Goebbels’ rising stars of Nazi cinema) and his son Paul becomes an enthusiastic member of the Hitler Youth. The first three books in the series – Zoo Station, Silesian Station and Stettin Station – cover the period up to America joining the war. The new novel picks up in April 1945, after Russell and Effi have been separated for three years (he in America, she in hiding in Berlin) and Russell’s son Paul is now in the last line of Nazi defence as the Russians close in on Hitler’s besieged capital. In an audacious attempt to get into the city alongside the conquering Russians to find Effi and Paul, Russell uses his old Communist contacts, but finds himself being used by the NKVD in a desperate mission to enter Berlin before the Red Army to secure information which could prove vital to the Soviet atom bomb project and even if the mission is a success, Russell realises that he knows too much to be allowed to live. Potsdam Station is a tense, brilliantly researched thriller which does not gloss over the horrors of the war and its effect on ordinary human beings, with some memorable scenes and characters – the Hitler Youth conscripts clutching at any shred of hope even though the war is clearly lost and the heart-breaking story of one particular eight-year-old Jewish girl. On its own, Potsdam Station is an outstanding thriller; as a whole, David Downing’s ‘station’ series is a quite remarkable achievement. And having (fatally) tipped David Downing for my Historical Shot of the Year, I must immediately hedge my bets by mentioning Roger Morris’ most excellent A Razor Wrapped In Silk (Faber), his third adventure for the nineteenth century Russian magistrate-detective Porfiry Petrovich, the character originally created by Dostoevsky in Crime and Punishment. Once again, Roger creates a brilliantly atmospheric sense of place, contrasting a demi-monde murder (with royal connections?) and the abduction and murder of children who toil as factory workers in the St Petersburg of 1870, including in the Nobel munitions works (and the significance of this explosive theme is not lost on the reader who knows anything of Russian history). The world-weary Porfiry also discovers that the Tsarist police have a nice line in supplying unclaimed, unidentified bodies to anatomy students. I think I am right in saying that each of Morris’ Porfiry books adopts a particular season of the year. In A Razor Wrapped in Silk it is Autumn and we have previously had deep Winter and Summer. So can we look forward to a fourth instalment, set in a St Petersburg Spring? I do hope so. Presumed Bestseller Already trailed as one of the publishing events of the year (and with one of the most luxurious advance reading proofs I have ever seen), the crime fiction world waits with bated breath to see whether Innocent will have the same impact as Chicago attorney Scott Turow’s first novel Presumed Innocent had 23 years ago. Since about 1991, when John Grisham burst on to the scene, it has been his name which is always automatically linked to that peculiarly American sub-genre known loosely as ‘the Legal Thriller’. Yet many a commentator would credit Scott Turow as the Godfather of the modern legal thriller (deferring to those who insist on holding a torch for Bleak House) and I think I would go along with that, for Presumed Innocent and its successful film adaptation starring Harrison Ford, did have a huge impact on the crime fiction scene back in 1987, winning a Crime Writers’ Silver Dagger in the UK though not, oddly, an Edgar in the US. Not surprisingly, much is expected of the long-awaited sequel and not just because it is the sequel to Turow’s blazing debut but also because it marks the arrival of a new fiction imprint by publishers Pan Macmillan, Mantle. With a very appropriate capital ‘M’ as its logo, Mantle is described as “the perfect vehicle... to reflect the breadth and distinctiveness” of the personal tastes of Maria Rejt, one of Britain’s most distinguished crime fiction editors. With a line up of stellar authors – including Turow, Minette Walters, C.J. Sansom and ‘Benjamin Black’ – the Mantle imprint is surely a fitting tribute to Maria’s dedication to the UK publishing industry over the past 20 years. I remember her showing that dedication even under the most trying of circumstances. Many years ago, en route by train to a Shots On The Page convention in Nottingham she refused to be distracted from her manuscript-reading duties by either my attempts at photography or by a young (ridiculously young) Ian Rankin enthusing about the benefits of living in France and being able to claim a generous Duty Free allowance. Although for legal reasons I could not attend the champagne and caviar party to launch the new imprint, Mantle’s first title is in the bookshops already. Irishman William Ryan’s debut The Holy Thief is a historical mystery set in Stalin’s Russia of the 1930s and introduces a new fictional detective, Alexei Korlev, of the Moscow CID. Russia seems to be a popular setting for historical mysteries just at the moment, with Roger Morris (see above), Sam Eastland, Tom Rob Smith and Andrew Williams all having found inspiration by pointing their pens eastward recently. In the Land of Mordor... For legal reasons, I was unable to attend the sumptuous event at the Swedish Embassy in London where my old friend millionaire playboy Prince Ali Karim received the Nobel Prize for services to Scandinavian crime writing.